“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I mutter over and over. When the orgasm subsides, I fall onto his chest and smile.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, flipping me onto my back, and then onto my stomach. He lifts my hips up and slides back into my wetness. I moan into the mattress. Too much, but yet not enough. I thrust back against him a few times until he comes, moaning my name. He gently pulls out and rolls onto his back, taking me with him.
We’re silent for a few moments, both getting our breath back.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, placing a kiss on his chest.
He gives me a slow-spreading smile in return. “You’re amazing.”
“I love you,” we say to each other at the same time.
Tane kisses me on the nose. “Thank you for giving me a chance to be this happy.”
“Thank you for earning it,” I reply. We stay in bed for about half an hour, just talking and playing around, then I slide out of bed and have a quick shower. Parker is with Gage for the night, so Tane and I have all night with each other.
I gasp when the shower-screen suddenly opens, and a very naked Tane walks in. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I whisper as he pushes me back against the shower wall.
Not at fucking all.
*****
Grabbing the belt loop of my jeans, Tane pulls me to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have to get changed and then head to the gym for kickboxing,” I explain a few days later.
“Am I not giving you enough workouts in the bedroom?” he jokes, his grin showing off his straight white teeth.
“No, you’re not, maybe you need to work harder,” I tell him in a sweet tone.
“I’ll remember that tonight,” he replies in a low rumble.
I lick my lips. “And I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Can I come with you?” he asks in between kisses.
I smile against his mouth. “Sure. We have two hours until Parker needs to be picked up.”
“Okay, let’s get changed,” he says, pulling away from me.
I miss him instantly.
We dress quickly, and I have to admit that Tane looks ridiculously good in his gym gear. The shorts are loose but the top is fitted, and my mouth goes dry looking at him. I strengthen my resolve and turn away, locking the house up before we both go outside and jump into Tane’s car.
The gym is packed out, like it usually is. I head for the treadmill while Tane hits the weights. I’m just working up a sweat when Greg pops up in front of me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says in greeting. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Been busy,” I reply, forcing a small smile. I turn the treadmill setting to a low, walking speed. “How have you been?”
I only ask to be polite, which was a mistake, because he takes it as an invitation to talk about himself for as long as possible.
“What are you doing on Friday night? Do you want to go out for a drink?” he asks.
“Sorry, but I have a—”
“She’s taken,” Tane cuts in from behind us. I turn around and look into his heated gaze.
Shit. I turn off the treadmill.
Greg loses his smile. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend?”
I didn’t know I had to tell him my whole life story.
“Well I do, I’m sorry,” I tell him, trying to make this as least awkward as possible.
“What a shame,” he murmurs, staring at my chest. “We could have had some fun.”
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Tane growls, hands clenching into fists.
Uh-oh.
Greg turns to Tane. He’s bulkier than Tane, but a lot shorter. He also should stop missing leg day, because his are kind of skinny, making him look disproportionate. I’d never noticed that before. “My bad.”
“You better get the fuck out of here and away from my woman,” Tane seethes.
“Tane …”
I’m ignored.
Greg smirks but leaves. Maybe he does have half a brain after all.
“How long has that fucker been after you?” Tane asks me.
I shrug. “He asked me out once and I said no. That’s it.”
That seems to calm him a little going by his now relaxed shoulders. “I’m going to the punching bags. Stay where I can see you.”
Okaaayyy, then.
“Yes Sir,” I reply sarcastically, turning the treadmill back on and getting back into my run. An hour passes, and then we have showers in the separate male and female areas.
When we walk out to the car, he speaks. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just didn’t like him talking to you like that.”
“I know,” I reply.
He opens the car door for me. “The thought of another man near you … it makes me crazy.”